#this is something that so many people around me get wrong all of the time

[goatgoesmbe]

So about that post of Simons gf that's super kind. what if she's petty with her kindness. one time me and my mom got in fight and that same day she complained about how many house plants she had. so i bought her a miniature rose bush (roses being a hard plant to take care of) as make up gift. I've also made other people their coffee wrong, bought unbalanced pens, gave there cats cat nip, given their children obnoxiously loud toys, etc.

Tw : reader is morally questionable, mention of assault

OOOH ANON, I LOVE THISS-

Like- just because reader is sweet, that doesn't mean being a pushover. You have class, and your own way of handling assholes properly.

I imagine Simon would think he needed to be the one who protects you, seeing you're all sunshine and rainbow, always so nice and kind- and he just didn't want anyone to take advantage of you, you know?

But then he realized that you're actually not a damsel in distress.

The first time he saw it, was at a neighbor's baby shower..

"You've been with him for what? 3 years now- and still no ring?" 

Simon glanced at you,simply smiling  in response. He recognized that voice, Stella was her name. Or something along those lines. She was one of those people who always wanted attention, bragging about every little thing while also dragging people down just so she could feel better about herself.

Simon had to hold back from rolling his eyes when she previously arrived. Wearing matching designer clothes with her five-year-old son, Aiden. Which was a waste of money in his opinion, the little fella will grow out of them in a short time after all.

"I mean.. come on, you're not getting any younger.. better make it official soon before you expire - he might no longer  be attracted to you by  then" Before you could respond to the previous jab, Stella continued talking. You could see why she would ask something like that, it was just how she was like after all. 

You and Simon have reasons, but it was really none of her business. And you couldn't exactly explain to her that your boyfriend is legally dead so you couldn't marry him properly.

Simon wasn't even listening to the other lads around him anymore- not that he did in the first place. Looking at you directly from his spot, he observed the others who interacted with you. You were surrounded by the other moms from the neighborhood, yet none of them said anything against Stella.

He saw you giggle, brushing off Stella's words way too casually like it didn't affect you, or maybe you didn't get that she was mocking you- Simon wasn't sure.

"It's time to go, luv" His gruff voice stopped their conversation as he approached you. He could feel their eyes on him, some of them not hiding the fact that they found him attractive from how they looked up at him with a slight flush on their cheeks. He wondered how you were comfortable being around them at all, he could never exchange more than a few words with them without feeling  like he needed to commit  murder.

Well.. whatever, you won't be meeting them again anytine soon, since the both of you  were planning to move away.

You looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and pouted "But-". 

"It's late" he added, putting his hand on your hip and pulling you close to make a statement at the others who still shamelessly gawked at him.

Seeing that look in his eyes- the one that means he accepted no rejection, you sighed. "Alright, let me say my goodbye" You said before turning back to them.

Simon simply grunted and waited. And when he thought you were ready to go, he raised an eyebrow when you instead walked over to the kids who were busy playing. You told them about you moving out of  the neighborhood and the kids didn't seem to like that, you were their favorite after all.

"I have something for you guys to remember me by.." You chirped. Immediately, the kids looked at you with eagerness as you rummaged through your tote bag.

The side of his lips lifted under his mask when he saw you pulling out mini harmonicas. Before you could say anything more, a brat snatched one out of your hands. That was Aiden, Stella's spoiled boy. Which means it would be hard for the mom to get the noisy thing from him.

A cute little giggle escaped your lips as you watched the boy immediately blow on the harmonica messily, spraying spit everywhere.

After you made sure every kid got one, you stood up and held his hand before skipping away with him in tow. Cacophony of moms' frustrated yelling, children's laughs, and loud harmonicas left behind.

So you had planned your revenge all along, huh? Seems like you're not a total angel like he’d thought you were.

...

The second time was  when he visited you at work. While he provided  enough for you to stay home and do nothing, you still insisted on running  your own cafe. Saying that it had been your dream since you were little. And how can he say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes?

And while you do have people working for you, you still help around from time to time. "It's the best part about having a cafe," you said to him that one time.

He was sitting at a table close enough to observe you working in that cute little uniform you had designed yourself for the cafe, when a guy walked in. His appearance screamed 'douche', the kind of guy who would talk about how many body counts is too many for a woman in a podcast.

Despite that, you greeted him cheerfully like you do with every other costumer. Even when he told you to write 'daddy' on the cup after you asked for a name, a disgusting smirk on his lips.

Meaning you would need to yell out that word to call for him when the order was ready.

And while Simon was fuming inside, you were calm. Humming along with the music playing from the speaker as you prepared the coffee. 

But, instead of calling for the guy yourself, you turn to one of your employees. His name was Shane, written on the name tag clipped to his uniform. He was a big guy, not any taller than your boyfriend but still. A simple man who will be pleased spending the night scarfing down pizzas and beers. Now, Shane was known for many things, one of them being very gay, and being  totally not shy about it.

You smiled before turning away to take the next order, all while  secretly paying attention to what was going to happen next.

"Daddy..!" Shane shamelessly sing-sung the word loudly and even when Simon expected it already, he still choked on his tea. He also saw you biting down your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

Shane went on for a while until the whole cafe fell silent except for the music playing that didn't fit the situation at all, which made it evenmore hilarious. 

'Daddy' finally walked over to get his order. Red in the face and looking very pissed. He was not stupid enough to cause a scene, however, and simply accepted his cup without so much as a thank you. And of course, Shane added the cherry on top by throwing a flirty wink.

And when you noticed the way he glanced at you after taking a sip of his coffee, tasting regular milk instead of almond- knowing full well he told you earlier about his lactose intolerance. You simply gave him that sweet smile of yours, a cheerful "Thank you, please come back again..!" Thrown his way like how it always is whenever a customer is leaving.

Simon chuckled under his breath and shook his head. Feeling proud (and scared, that was borderline crime) of his pretty bird being cruel in her own ways.

So when he saw you sighing after an argument on the phone with your mom, he didn't question it when you went ahead and bought a make up gift for her.

[fishnapple]

How do they love you? How does their love feel like?

(Future spouse/partner/lover)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

About me | Masterpost Book a reading with me - KO-FI (→ personal reading)

CUBE 1

There's always something to look forward to when you're with them. Life never stands still for the two of you, no, it doesn't mean your life together will be hectic and full of fast movement. On the contrary, they will take things slow with you, but you're always sure of their attention and how they see a future for the two of you. They will be very protective of that future, almost stubbornly so. You will hear them talk often about plans, they will ask you how you want to go at things, what's your comfortable pace, what do you hope for the future, what do you expect of them, of the relationship, they will also frequently joke or talk seriously about the vision of a retirement life together with you. There's just this sureness about the future with them, also hope and excitement.

But they also like to reminisce about your memories together. They probably will like to take a lot of photo with you, just daily activities, small beauty around you, and then like to spend some nights, sitting comfortably on the couch with you, warm blanket wrapping around you two, flipping through the physical photo album or the one in their phone. They like to remind you of your many "first" memories together. How you first met, how you first confess, your first kiss, the first sunset watched together. Things like that. They will also like to tease you about it but also want to recreate that memory again someday.

They might have to travel a lot for their work, and overseas trips can be frequent. You will sometimes feel that your house lack a little warmth of their presence. But when they're with you, they will make it up to you when they're home, by staying home with you lazily, just the two of you relaxing together, enjoying simple moments. But they will surprise you now and then with romantic dates, travelling to some far away lands for some changes of scenery. You once said to them absentmindedly how you wish to do something, go somewhere? They will make that happen for you, unexpectedly, they like surprise gifts. These instances are when you can feel their playfulness the most visibly.

Other times, they will remain a practical and dependable person. They will make sure that you feel safe in the relationship. So they tend to hide a lot of their worries and doubts. If they're quiet or not communicative, it's likely that they're worrying about something. If you ask them what's wrong, they probably will brush it off and assure you that nothing is wrong. Just let them be for a while to collect their thoughts. They will come around and discuss it with you, with a clearer mind and trust.

CUBE 2

They will be a tease alright. You might sometimes be puzzled by their behaviour, are they just a bully, or are they being playful? This person has two sides to them, I think it's likely due to their upbringing or their environment that requires them to be accommodating and mild manner. Strangers, acquaintances, or even those who work closely with them will find them very charming, patient, and hard working. But when it comes to the person they love romantically, it's like something switched up inside them. They can act a little childish,snarky, and passionate around you, poking you here and there just to get a reaction. They love playing pranks on their lover. But not to the point of angering you or in a mean spirit way. For all their jokes and pranks, they do fulfil your desire for a perfect partner and also a friend. I think the way they act playfully like that is to match your energy. Whatever they do, they do it in consideration of you, so they never take the teasing too far, just enough to rile you up a little.

They like to ask your opinions on everything, purposefully create a debate with you, even when you share a similar viewpoint. They want to include you in every decision that they make, always a team, especially when the future of the relationship is concerned. If you have any dilemmas, they will always be there to help solve them with you.

You guys might be the couple that giggle with each other in public, sharing inside jokes and exchanging looks across the crowd. They would love to lean in and whisper to your ear. Their display of affection in public can be restrained and moderate, nothing offensive to the eyes of lonely hearts around you guys. But in general, they prefer to stay at home with you rather than go to a public place. Almost like being secluded with you, muting out all the noises outside. It's because they work a lot, they can be too absorbed in their work and spend many hours working. So when they can get off working, they want to relax with you. Your home together will be like a sanctuary to them.

They can act like a fixer sometimes, always eager to solve your problems for you. If you have some bad habits, they will push you to get rid of them, sometimes it can feel heavy-handed. But usually, the way they do it is sincere and charming enough for you to listen to them without resistance. One of their habits that you might be a little worried about is their spending habit, they have a loose attitude towards money, spending on whims. If they see something they fancy, they will not just buy it for themselves but for you too, they love matchy-matchy. Luckily, they don't act like that towards just everyone, only to the person closest to them.

CUBE 3

Your domestic life with this person will be so peaceful and fun. They just give a very stable and dependable energy without being rigid or overbearing. You will feel spoiled by them a lot. They will put you on top priority, trying to make life easier for you in every aspect. From small daily chore to important decisions like moving home or changing jobs, they want to be there for you and support you in everything. This person likes to share the workload with you, there's just no definite role in your relationship where one person is the bread winner while the other is the one who takes care of the house. Your relationship will be balanced, if one person is working, the other will do the housework, and vice versa. But they're especially proactive in making the mundane details comfortable for you, I think they're someone who enjoys doing chores around the house and taking care of their person. They like to iron your clothes for you, preparing meals, cleaning the house while you lay there relaxing.

But in that scenario where they're cleaning the house and you're relaxing, they'd like that moment to be when you guys can have some fun banter together. There's maybe a sense of duty when they're doing the work, but it's actually because they enjoy these small peaceful moments with you. They like to joke and tease you a lot. Talking with them will feel so easy and free flowing, you guys will never run out the things to talk about. Reminds me of birds chirping together on a branch in springtime. But they can also dive deep with more serious topics. The things they say are never superficial and shallow. What they say is what they do and what they think deeply about. They probably won't say something if they're not sure of it. You will feel like their words are the most dependable pillars. They're also very strategic, taking care steps in whatever plan they're executing, appraising the progress, and making adjustments when necessary. So life with them will feel like a sturdy ship that can weather any storms and still sail to the bright horizon ahead.

They have a strange blend of tenderness and passion. You won't have to doubt their desire for you, they'll be just very straightforward with you. But they're creative and flexible in their display of affection and they know various techniques to melt your heart. One moment they may act like an excited child asking their playmate to hang out with them. Other times, they act all assertive and self-assured that you feel like there's no one sexier. Another time, they will be silent and attentive, listen to your every dark thoughts that are clouding your mind. You will believe that as long as you're with them, nothing can hurt you, that you can relax and just be cosy in their arms, even when the world is cold and dangerous outside.

CUBE 4

This person could have some deep wounds that they hold in their heart for a long time. These wounds made them become cautious and value their independence a lot. They're not willing to sacrifice their personal values and autonomy for just anyone. So you might have a hard time getting closer to them in the beginning. The frustrating thing is, they're very charming as a person, they can say all the right words that can melt your heart in no time, they're a great conversationalist and a visionary, but only as an individual, in relationship, the more messy and problematic side will rear its head and make itself known. There's a very strong mental energy here. If you're the kind of person who values mental connection above all else and tends to lean on the logical side of thinking, you might not see much problem with them, for they can be a satisfying mental opponent for you. But if you're more sensitive and seek an emotional connection, both of you will have to compromise a lot to make it work.

You could feel that sometimes, their approach to the relationship with you and life in general can be aggressive or pushy. They like to take control of the situation and take charge of everything, including the small details of your life together. They want to do everything on their own, not exactly because they don't want you to lift a finger, but more because of the desire to take everything into their own hands, for efficiency. You will never have to doubt if they pay enough attention to you or not, sometimes, you might even wish that they don't give you so much attention, because it can feel a little antagonistic at times.

Communication is very important in your relationship. With your honest and straightforward feedback, they will slowly curb their impulsive tendency and be more gentle with you. The relationship with you will change their mindset a lot. They could be more high-strung and anxious in the past, but they will learn to relax more and be more appreciative of peace in the relationship. When they're relaxed and trust you more, they can be touchingly tender and romantic with their words. They probably like to go on many trips together with you, exploring the world around. You will feel that other people won't be able to understand the dynamic of your relationship and the unique experiences you share together. So you won't feel the need to compare your relationship with other people's, sure there are problems, but you wouldn't trade it for any other kinds. There's a strong element of getting out of the storm together, seeing each other's dark side and helping each other see the light.

They have a hidden passionate and wild side that's sleeping underneath layers of caution and anxiety. Their display of physical affection can be subdued and not too spontaneous, especially in the presence of other people. But they tend to talk or boast about you a lot in your absence. They will feel like loving you is their biggest victory, victory over their own limitations and fears. And they like to express that sense of pride with people, especially their friends.

[wermoewe]

This time it was you. This time it was your turn to have the memories of your lives together. From an early age you knew about your soulmate.

Their favourite foods (which varied from region and time periods), their favourite books, plays and music ( the list growing each reincarnation, but the old faves always there) and their favourite colour (always the same one). How they would react to encountering the thing they feared most. This certain hand gesture they did when they were enthusiastically talking about something or the facial expression they did when they were annoyed. You often felt that you knew them better than yourself.

Still knowing all that didn't help finding them.

Your first steps in kindergarten you took alone. Their laughter missing when you played with mud in the playground with the other kids. The memory of your life's three cycles ago, when you two grew up on the same street in the back of your mind.

You didn't find them during all of your school life either. It wasn't bad. You had friends and a loving and supporting family (this time). Though in certain situations there were flashes of past lifes with both of you in similar circumstances which made your heart ache. Living these moments without them hurt. It hurt a lot.

College was the same. No trace of them.

So many things and thoughts you wanted to share with them. It wasn't easy. The years flew by.

You put all your energy into your work. It distracted you from their absence which grew more and more prominent in your mind. Fortunately your job allowed you to travel through the world, increasing the chances of meeting them. And you were sure. You would meet them some day. Despair never crossed your mind in all those years. In all your lifes you found each other. This one will be no different.

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You are in a country on the other side of the world. It's a later summer afternoon and the town around you is buzzing. Work was finished early and your host invited you to join a local fair taking place in honour of a local folk hero.

You and your host are part of a crowd walking to the fairground. All around you are people cheerfully chatting and laughing accompanied by the buzzing of the cicadas.

It doesn't take long till you all reach the grounds with stalls and an already big crowd sitting in groups on blankets and camping chairs. The whole thing is basically a huge summer picnic. The live music that will play later rather a side note than the main act.

You follow your host. Their friends are already at the grounds and have set up blankets close to the music stage. After a big hello and instructions you head for the stalls to get something to drink.

You saunter along till something piques* your interest and you get in line. You can't really tell what it is that made you stop here. But listening to your gut was never a bad decision.

A little bit to your side is someone with their two little kids. Both of them bouncing and chatting happily at the same time. You watch the little family. The kids are buzzing full of energy chasing each other, squeaking and laughing. Their guardian gently herding them and keeping them from running into other people.

Suddenly both of them squeak and dash towards a person approaching from behind you. Their guardian following with a loving smile that turns even softer when they look to the person approaching.

A few feet in front of you they all meet. The person joining picks up the smaller kid and gently pats the head of the other. Than greets the other adult with a tender kiss.

Even before this person turns around you know who it is. You finally found your soulmate.

You finally found your best friend.

A/n:

*please tell me I chose the right "piques".

English is not my first language and I wrote the story in one go without editing it. Therefore the grammar might be wrong. (You notice a mistake? Let me know, I will correct it!)

I lost steam when they reached the fairgrounds. Suddenly the writing got harder. (Might revisit the story and edit it.)

It annoys me that everyone thinks of soulmates romantically. As soon as people hear "soulmate" they think heart eyes, never ending romantic love, yada yada.

Best friends can be soul mates too. Platonic relationship can last through the ages as well.

Your soulmate has a family and kids? Heck yeah! You gonna be their aunt/uncle/godparent!

And yes the searching one is ace (in this life. Different life, different story.)

You and your soulmate are stuck in a cycle of reincarnation, but you managed to find each other every single time. In this life, you finally managed to track them down… only to learn they started a happy family with someone else.

[cokoweee]

COKO.

As SOON as I saw so many people freaking out about your newest update I KNEW this was going to be a GOOD one~

Broooo I was NOT WRONG.

Let’s begin. :)

The biggest question tumbling around in my mind like a drunk hummingbird is… Why Raph? Why is Kendra having a dream positioned in Raph’s room? The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that Raph’s spirit is the only one Kendra has seen so far- not only seen, but SPOKEN to. And ever since their chat at that lake, Kendra has had a stronger connection to Donnie. (I don’t just mean feelings or emotions). After her and Raph’s talk, Donnie has his freak out moment in the barn. MILES away. And yet, Kendra could sense that something was WRONG.

As someone with three older siblings I can tell you right now that they have an INSTINCT to sense danger/discomfort to their younger sibs. Raph was no different. And I wonder… after their little chat… If he passed some of that to Kendra. Just the sense, the instinct that connects her further to the Hamatos and to Donnie.

Raph wasn’t just some spirit to her- He was slowly becoming like family- her own older brother. Which I think is why when she sees his sais on the ground, that she reaches out to them. Almost as if they radiate with familial warmth and safety. Something… Kendra probably hasn’t felt all that much. So she reaches out.

And then THIS HAPPENS-

Something within her, (whether that be physically, mentally, or spiritually), FORCES her away from Raph’s sais. Pulls her away. Distracts her. It looks as if the inside of her skin is boiling and itching- forcing her to react by trying to claw it out.

And WHAT color is this sensation? This poison coursing through her veins? PINK. The same hue of the sickeningly, vibrant drink that she had five too many of at the party.

(I FRIGGIN KNEW THAT JUICE WAS BAD NEWS FJWIHCIWICJS)

As Kendra begins to panic in the dream, her breaths becoming shorter and more choked, two hands slither out of the darkness and cling to her wrists. As she looks up, trying to decipher who it is that’s attacking her, we get this nightmare fuel. 0-0

Do yall remember what Kendra said at the party to Donnie? “That woman is an eldritch horror. She could peel me open like a grape.” Or something to that effect.. THIS image- the seven eyes compared to the one- looks to me like Big Mama right in the middle of transforming into her true spider form.

Poor Kendra ain’t never gonna sleep again. 0.0

Then just as the nightmare begins to climax into a full on horror show- She is awoken by Donnie calling out her name and holding her.

And once again, Donnie used her FULL name. Not a nickname- He’s SERIOUS right now. He’s WORRIED. He wants her to be okay. And however tiny it is- Kendra shakily replies with “Tello?” Not a full name, but certainly not a hurtful nickname like she’s quite used to calling him.

Here is one of my FAVORITE details of this update: How the colors return and fade with specific words. Here we see Donnie saying he was just going to wake her up- but then the word “gentler” becomes his inner purple. His soul’s hue. The color of his ninpo and his heart. 💜 If this were Donnie from weeks ago, he would’ve stopped at “I was going to just wake you up.” But things have changed since then, hmm? ;)

(Also HUUUUUBOI KENDRA MUST LOOK RED AS A TOMATO WITH DONNIE HOVERING OVER HER LIKE THAT HHOOOWEEEE)

Here again we see the effects of color in the dialogue being used. At first, Kendra is speaking as herself, openly, admitting to Donnie that she had a nightmare.

And then as soon as Donnie begins to say her full name again, with worry and tenderness swelling within the violet hue, Kendra’s words become colorless again. Empty. Devoid of emotion. (Or at least fighting to be.)

Then there’s THIS LIL NUMBER- And now I need to go and review all the past panels to see how long that scar has been there- heheh I shall return in a month’s time.

Kendra begins to get up, (much to the chagrin of worrying Donnie), and she says this. “I’d like to have some dignity left and not have you watch me struggle.”

SWEETY. Kendra. Darling. BOTH you and Donnie have had front row seats to each other’s struggles; dignity isn’t part of the equation anymore when it comes to loving others and being there for them. 💜 🩷

AGAIN- Donnie says her full name. And this is after he has fought within his ever-computing brain and the sounds of his brothers’ spirits shouting at him to “ASK HER!!” Finally he succumbs, but man alive is he scared to hear her answer. As he mentally and emotionally grounded himself for the worst, he covers his face with his hand. (Something to somewhat protect him from what he thinks is coming and the shame that will flood down with it.)

He asks the big question all of us are PLEADING to hear the answer to.

Now Donnie is completely slumped over, his hair a mess, and his tail protectively wrapped around his thigh. He’s absolutely terrified.

And here we see the colors shift in his dialogue again. Purple is BARELY present- FIGHTING to be seen compared to the all-consuming grey bleeding in.

Donnie’s trying to be the way he was before so he won’t get hurt: apathetic. Unaffected. Unfeeling. This was always how he reacted to emotional pain and things of the unknown. And right now, he’s so unsure of himself that he is thrusting himself back seven steps in his healing to somewhere where he thinks is more comfortable; Somewhere where he thinks he has control.

And what does Kendra say? What is her response?

She remembers- THANK THE MERCIFUL HEAVENS SHE REMEMBERS!!! But she, like Donatello, is resorting to the easier, less complicated, less painful option: apathy. Denial. Fantasy.

And poor Donnie’s face here… Even while fighting his emotions he’s still losing to them. Horror mixed with unrelenting sadness is consuming him.

Because he was right. Why… would she ever love him?

COKO YOU INCREDIBLE NUTJOB. This was- THIS WAS- Just-

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Incredible. Absolutely incredible. You did amazing. Holy crap. Make sure to drink water and go say hi to the sun sometimesssss~ Thank you for your story. I hope you had fun making it and driving all your fans batty with everything you hide in it. 🤣

Have a glorious day. :)

~ Melissa

I and WELDING MY BRAIN SHUT on that first half. I gotta. I can’t slap to much down or else I lose my brain hype to do the next update😤😤😤 I just wanna ✍️✍️✍️✍️

AUUGG MAN U REALLY WENT AT THIS UPDATE.third time someone’s brought up the scar and imma just sayyyyy…it’s been there for awhile. Tho it may have changed a bit.

Back to square one with these two. Or maybe not? Lot of squares left to be colored in yknow? AUGGHG I NEED TO

I NEED TO DRAW BUT JUST WRATATSTARRARARARARARR

[blank-house]

Congrats on the KS launch! I wanted to ask a few questions.

What got the team into game development and do you forsee it being a long term career, especially since y'all are an indie dev team? What have been your favorite parts of development so far?

It's hard to imagine this is the first game from this study considering the polish and how extensive the demo was.

We briefly talk about how we got into development in this one ask.

But for me personally— you know that one saying that’s like “don’t make your passion your job?” It has never rang true for me until I started down this path. AHSHEH don’t get me wrong, I love deving and I have so many ideas I want to make a reality— but the industry is a rough one. For so many reasons. And it’s those reasons that made me realize I’m currently developing games because I’m passionate about what I want to say with it. So I don’t know if this is something I want to stick with forever, but I think it’s safe to say that so long as I have something I want to talk about, I’ll be around making games aha

And on that awkward note! My favorite part of development will always be programming everything in the end. It’s the perks of being a programmer and lead director of the game I think— seeing the concepts and documents you’ve passed off coming together to be how you envisioned it. I just can’t help but feel proud of how far we’ve come— and no other point in development will ever beat that.

lilly: haha, like marina said: we answered in a different ask. but, long story short is that i thought i've probably played more visual novels than any one reasonable person and was pretty sure i could do it too so long as i had the right people to make it with.

i think it'd be nice to keep making games, and certainly all of us have no shortage of ideas! i'll keep doing this for as long as i think it's fun, but it's certainly not my full time job now (though it might be nice if it was one day). i oversee script and its baseline, so my favorite part of development is kind of the "after" release because i don't know what's funny, what's cute or what lands until you guys see it! i just know what i think makes sense in my head, haha.

Floss: i've been writing for a looong time, but i'm in game dev now thanks to the original keyframes otojam project. it was definitely one of those things where you blink and suddenly you're actually making a Game, not just racing to the finish line for a jam. (couldn't ask for a better team to be doing it with.) as for continuing, yep, that's the plan! i try to expand my writing/editing portfolio where i can, but currently, all my spare energy's going into finalizing our MDjam game. ;)

[dothestarsshine]

don't take this the wrong way

pit fighter!vi x reader

summary: you knew your regulars. some better than others. so, when a hot mess with a bad dye job doesn't show up like she normally does, you start to get a little concerned.

time period: between 02 act 1 and 02, act 2, post jinx betting on vi.

a/n: guys bear with me this was my first time writing in a WHILE. it's probably ooc but take it anyways

word count: 2.0k

warnings: mention of drugs, drinking, reader is a bartender, rebound behavior, implied self-destruction (vi)

To say you hated your job was an understatement. You were a bartender, which was actually a pretty nice gig down in the under city. But, you were a bartender across the street from one of the biggest fighting rings in the entertainment district, which meant that every night there was a fight (which was more often than not) at approximately 2:15 AM, a horde of people would walk in, demanding drinks to either waste away like the money they just lost, or celebrate their winnings. Either way, all you knew was that it meant so. much. work. Not to mention, your shift started at 1:30, so it wasn't even like you got to soak up the calm atmosphere the bar offered before then.

You sighed to yourself as you glanced at the clock. 2:00 AM. You could hear the roars of the crow from across the street, so you knew the fight was ending soon. A few minutes later, commotion from in the street proved you right. A few regulars walked into the bar first, most wearing a sour look. You pulled out their drink from under the counter before they even had to ask.

You had gotten into the habit of pre-making drinks a while back, once you realized the post-fight pattern. So, now at about 1:45, you started making 20 or so drinks for some regulars you knew would be coming in.

The night turned into a blur as you balanced making drinks and chatting with various patrons. You didn't even notice the lack of a certain regular until it was almost 3.

A quick glance at the drink you made for her reminded you. Your head started to swivel as you looked around for her. She usually sat at the bar, but maybe she wanted to try something different. You found no trace of her, but before you could keep looking, someone ordered another drink.

It was almost 4 now, and you still had seen no sight of her. You almost wanted to say you missed her.

Dye job, as you and your co-workers called her, was a whirlwind if nothing else. She came in, had one too many drinks, and then left stumbling and slurring her words. Not to mention a few of her co-workers had had to break up fights between her and another customer. Most of your co-workers hated her, always mentioning how disruptive or demanding she was, yet you had grown rather fond of her.

She was never disruptive whenever you were working, though. Sure, at times maybe a little distracting, sitting there with her busted lip and blue eyes that didn't seem to match the rest of her persona, but never disruptive. When you weren't talking to other customers, she would strike up conversation with you, asking about your life, your job, your interests.

So, the lack of Dye job tonight almost made you a bit sad. You collected the last few serpents someone had left on the counter for you, throwing them into the register behind the counter, before throwing your rag down onto one of the many spills that littered the bar.

"Hey there." She said, her voice gruff and... horse? "You uh.. got my usual?" You spun around to face her, taking in her appearance. You've seen her on a lot of bad days, but somehow, this one seemed worse. Her right eye was swollen and bruised, along with her hands and knuckles. She had cuts above her eyes and along her lip, and you could see bruises forming... basically everywhere.

"Yeah," you say softly, reaching into the cooler (where you'd placed her drink a few hours ago), and grabbing the small glass. You placed it in front of her, yet it was immediately off the counter and into her hand the minute yours left it. "You sure that's the best use of alcohol right now? Looks like your face needs some more than your liver." You say smugly, before returning to mopping up the surface of the bar.

"Here I thought bartenders didn't judge." She said sharply, her voice cutting through the silence of the now quiet bar. No one was drinking at 4:37 AM. Well, no one except her.

"Whoever told you that was lying. We judge the most." You say lightly, chuckling a bit as you continue cleaning. You were supposed to close at 6, but with the lack of clientele, who was to say you couldn't start to close a bit earlier. She got a bit quiet after that, and you were worried you had said something wrong. She just finished her drink.

"You wanna make me another?" She asks, though you knew you couldn't really tell her no. You make quick work of pouring her another, giving her slightly less alcohol this time, not that she was lucid enough to notice. She grabs the cup with insane speed for someone who was so beat up.

Every time you looked at her, you could almost feel how much pain she was in. Not just physically. Physically, of course, but also emotionally.

You tossed your dirty rag to the side, before pulling out a clean, new one, and pouring a bit of vodka into a glass.

Dye job lets out a quick chuckle at that, before making a snide comment. "Drinking on the job? Am I that much of a-- GOD!" She hisses as you push the rag up towards the cut above her eye, jumping back away from you. "Janna, you don't just do those things without asking."

"If I asked were you gonna say yes?"

"No."

"So I didn't. Ever heard the phrase better to ask forgiveness than permission?"

"You can't just go around messing with people like that!" She exclaims, almost animatedly. You prepared a reply, but then she added, quieter now: "I'm already miserable enough. Can't you just let me be?"

"It doesn't matter how miserable you are; those wounds are still going to get infected."

"Yeah, well maybe I deserve it."

Listen, you sure as hell weren't a therapist, but you knew that type of thinking couldn't be good.

You sighed a bit, before responding, "I'm not sure I believe that."

“Listen, I don’t come here for fucking therapy,” she starts, her words laced with a venom that you haven’t heard from her before, “I come here for a fucking drink, so back off.” She finishes, sliding back into her bar stool.

Your heart starts to sink with guilt. For some reason, you didn’t know, you felt bad for having obviously crossed a boundary. You started to worry: was she going to leave now? Never come back? Only come back when you weren’t working? 

“You owe me a drink for that shit.” She sighs, and you feel your heart begin to lighten at her joking tone. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You start, a more profuse apology almost slipping from your lips before she speaks again. 

“Nah,” she says, shrugging you off. “You’re probably right. It’s just been a uh… well hard few months now.” She sighs, downing the last of her drink. Another one slides itself into her hands, and she throws you a dangerous smirk. You feel your heart lighten, the same way it did a few moments ago. 

“Hey, I uhh. I get it. I’ve been there too,” you say softly, your head filling with unpleasant thoughts of a time you’ve long since wanted to forget about. You don’t even notice when Dye job’s eyes land on your face, studying you. 

The two of you sit there in silence for a second. You, lost in thoughts of something else, and her studying you. She watches you, taking in every part of your face, your lips, your cheeks, and Janna your eyes. 

“I guess that’s how you end up working at a bar at 5 in the morning on a Tuesday,” you smile at her, hoping that your horrible attempt at a joke wasn’t too painfully obvious. (It was, don’t worry.) 

She meets your eyes at that. The silence falls upon you both once again, this time a comfort, rather than a division. 

“So, Dye job, you got a name?” You start, after a moment, your hands placing another glass upside down on the rack above you.

“Dye job?” She repeats, almost offended. “Oh come on, it ain’t that bad.” She says, suddenly running her hands through her hair. 

“I mean, sure. Maybe when you first started coming in, but now…” you trail off, about to lace your hands through her hair to show her what you mean when you remember. Your hand stops midair, before you realize that you need to do something with your hand, so you awkwardly go to place it behind your head. 

You however, were not slick, and she most definitely noticed. She chuckles at your attempt at hiding it, but she decides to leave it be. 

“Violet.” She says suddenly, and you almost can’t remember what your original question was. Then it sinks in. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your mouth.

“Oh come on!” She chastises. “I didn’t pick it.” That doesn’t help. Once you finally regain your composure, you turn towards her again. 

“No, I just– I mean Violet does not suit you. Like at all.” You say, staring at the angst filled woman sitting in front of you, comparing her to her namesake, purples and blacks clashing in your mind. ‘

“What about you, bartender, you got a name?” She diverts the conversation, and you respond with your name. She repeats it a few times, you hearing your name a way you haven’t ever before. She laces it with curiosity, with desire. “Unfortunately, that suits you.” She prods. 

You turn away from her for a second, needing to place the glass that you were drying under the bar on the other side, leaving her and her thoughts alone to contemplate. 

“What time do you guys, uh, close?” She starts, her voice carrying a wave of hesitancy that you hadn’t heard from her yet tonight. 

“Technically, 6 AM. But no one ever comes in between 5 and 6, so usually I’m good to go at like 5:15-ish. Why, you want another drink?”

“No, I was uh, gonna ask if you were chill with me hanging here until you guys close.”

“Oh, uh yeah. Sure. That isn’t gonna be much longer. You sure you’re gonna be able to get out of that chair?” You tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yeah yeah, make fun of me all you want.” She says, her tone carrying a lightness it didn’t beforehand. You formulate a response, but she cuts you off. “Uh, don’t take this the wrong way, but would you wanna do this again?” 

“I’m here every Monday, Thursday and Friday night,” you shrug, honestly a bit surprised she didn’t already know.

“No I meant, uh, not here.” 

Oh. Oh.

“Oh. Uh–”

“Listen you don’t have too–”

“Sure.”

“I promise– what?” 

The two of you bounced off each other like tennis balls. 

“I said sure.”

“You promise you aren’t just saying that? Listen I get if this is just a work thing–”

“Violet,” you caught her attention, her eyes reflecting a look that not many have seen, “I promise.”

She gave you the slightest smirk at that, before she made a motion to get up from her perch at the bar. 

“I guess I'll see you on Thursday.” She says, tipping a hat she wasn’t wearing at you. 

“Don’t let those wounds get infected!” You call out after her. 

“No promises!” You hear her faint voice, accompanied by the sound of receding footsteps. 

Suddenly, you were alone. Suddenly, you felt yourself waiting for the next time you had work, the job you hated seeming more bearable. You place the last glass upside down to dry, before gathering your stuff and locking the door, not dreading the next time you had to walk through these doors. 

[froegis]

but it’s not funny. why would wishing rape on anyone ever be okay? no matter who they are or what you think they believe? in what circumstance is that ever a valid wish? because you think pro-life people are actively forcing women to give birth, and each one of us is a malicious man who hates women and is okay with rape? have you ever talked in depth to someone who is pro-life, asked them what they think and believe, without getting your information from a biased source catered to your viewpoint, without immediately deciding they are evil because they have a different point of view, without deciding what you think they believe?

to clear things up, talk about abortions that occur because of inconvenience, which is the majority of abortions (which is what we try to talk about most of the time, but pro-choice people often choose to clump all types of abortions into one big category, equating abortions of rape with abortions of convenience.) so abortions not of rape, not of incest, not to save the mother, all of which you conveniently focus on in this conversation without addressing the reason 90% of abortions occur.

abortion is used massively as birth control when people have sex, get pregnant, and decide they don’t want to face the consequence of that action. deciding to “prevent a clump of cells from becoming a baby”, as you so delicately put it, is killing a baby for your own convenience, after choosing to have sex and choosing to face the risk of getting pregnant. that’s what that is. preventing a clump of cells designed to BE a baby is killing a baby. “preventing something from living” is the same thing as killing.

i am a woman, so you cannot possibly throw out that prolifers have no empathy for women when there are prolife people who are women. how does that not click?? you are literally just saying words to say words and incite negative emotions in the reader. there are so many women who have been through hell yet still believe that clump of cells you think is nothing is actually a growing human being with a future. i have met a girl who went through the craziest shit imaginable done to her by her immediate family, and she had a kid. it’s absolutely tragic, and yet she still told me how much she loves her little girl, and that she doesn’t understand how someone could think of ending the life an innocent human before they even get the chance to breathe. i know that’s just a case of one person and i don’t intend to use that as a catch-all argument by any means. i only want to call attention to the women like her, and i want to make it clear that they exist and you erase their survival and insult their dignity when you throw such accusations around.

still don’t understand how wishing rape on someone could be excused, yet here you are, excusing it with a premise that is entirely false and not at all the reality of prolife people or our beliefs.

and im pretty sure wishing rape on anyone is evil. no matter what. that should be pretty clear, out of anything. there is nothing that could ever excuse that. the hatred you speak of, which you claim we push onto women having abortions, is coming suspiciously from your own mouth.

i’m truly curious about how you would treat a woman who had sex and got an abortion as birth control versus a woman who was raped and decided to keep the baby because she believed it would be wrong for her to get an abortion. if she decided to speak up about it, would you support her as a survivor? would you hear her out or listen to a word she says? or in your eyes, is she a woman-killer and a forced-birther because she identifies as prolife and advocates for something she believes (which by the way, is no different from what you do)?

what is the difference between these two hypothetical women? i am genuinely curious what you think, because i have seen people who are pro choice praise the woman who got an abortion for exercising her right to bodily autonomy, then turn right around and wish the other woman more rape and death for keeping the child and for advocating for something she believes to be true with her whole heart (which, again, is no different from the other woman). and i truly cannot understand the logic behind that.

there is no excuse. wishing rape on anyone, regardless of their beliefs, is no less evil than the prolife person in your brain who is actively “forcing” women to give birth.

I think all pro-lifers should be raped, forced to have the baby (no exceptions), and become forced to raise it for 18-20 years just to see how it feels

[zappedbyzabka]

Some of my general thoughts on CK season 6 part 3

Ralph and Billy's tearful scenes with 'Miyagi' and Kreese were phenomenal. They're such great actors 10/10.

I have a lot to say about Johnny's scene with Kreese but just to keep things short, I'll talk about that another time. But wow wow wow. Dominique Swain applauds.

Daniel's nonstop anxiety about his family getting hurt :/ least he had fun getting tipsy with his wife. Amanda looked gorgeous with that new hair (though she always does.) He really tapped into offense side this season. Looove how he knew exactly what to say to make Silver blank-face and leave lmao.

I'm SOOOO never getting over 'You're alright, Lawrence!' and lawrusso recreating the nose swipe scene with Daniel acting as Kreese for Johnny to inspire him. Johnny was MUCH enjoying that.

Daniel basically buying Johnny his building back?😭 AGHHHH. 'I believe in you'....

Tory being dressed in the same gi as young Johnny, and Robby being dressed in the Miyagi Do gi with a hurt leg—paralleling Daniel—in combination with those scenes being where they get back together makes me insane. Like, lawrusso in another universe.

I feel Robby could have gotten a more smoothed out and rewarding end but at the same time, I'm glad he's happy and taken care of now. Angel.

Sam and Tory's scenes together were so heartwarming. Especially the scene of Tory getting emotional over the LaRusso's kindness and generosity to her. Finally getting some one on one with Daniel and Johnny.

When Sam brought up having something to tell Daniel but being worried he'd be disappointed in her, my mind instantly went to a coming out scene tbh.

The montage of binary boyfriends and samtory as Bobby's reading the vows? What are you trying to say???

Bobby and Johnny meeting up again <333 Bobby still gives him that special 'I would actually do for you' stare (whether platonic or not) and I squeal about it. I love that Ron got some time to shine<333 I thought Jimmy would appear, but he sadly did not.

I also thought Anoush was gay but I was obviously mistaken since he was kissing Ralph's daughter (Julia's performance was hilarious.)

Silver speeding away with Johnny in that car was crazyyy. Billy had yet another Scott (not the werewolf) Mccall moment except he didn't get locked in a tower this time. You would've thought the employees would have seen Silver in the papers months ago and called the cops.

His envy over Daniel and Johnny having things to live for and people that actually love them was sad—especially with him being ill. If you think about it, Kreese was all he had besides the money, and when he didn't have Kreese the only way he had anyone around him was pretending to be someone else.

His jealousy over Kreese's love for Johnny really shined through as well with that 'I don't know why you messed up what I was doing with Kreese' (paraphrasing) and the way he called Kreese pathetic for groveling to Johnny no matter how many times he rejected him. Silver felt that he himself was pathetic for having always crawled back to Kreese no matter the rejection he faced.

Also the fucking grenade boat explosion scene??? INSANE???? Literally died in each other's arms. I know many people have problems with it but I don't see what else they really could have done for the two villains with endless crimes (which I love about them alright) that wouldn't be worse.

Think about how Silver probably thought he'd die alone, but didn't. When I realized Kreese was set on offing himself and taking Silver with him the whole time, and that was the reason he spent most of his scenes apologizing to the last few people he loved...

Would like to know more about what happened to Wolf. His bitchiness almost rivaled Johnny's, and damn did he eat up every scene he was in. Just a great character.

Johnny with the tailor? There's my prissy brat.

Considering everything wrong with the baby plot, I at least liked how they did end up choosing to show it. Johnny going full girl dad and being so sweet and coddling to the baby + Miguel and Robby made my heart SOAR. He's always been tender with them but the writers never really did let him to just relax and love. He deserves to be happy, like every imperfect victim irl and in fiction who gets bashed for not meeting people's standards does.

Carmen is a baddie. Just chilling truly

[scopophobia-polaris]

The fact I have to boot up totk AGAIN, honest to God yall after I make this one fuckass post it is au only I am not doing zelda discourse no more

[fruit-kick]

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"redemption arcs are toxic, you shouldn't try to fix someone!"

actually it is so important to me that being in community and experiencing human connection can save people. thanks

[deus-and-the-machina]

ffxiv garlemald discourse is so funny because people will go "ugh people just cant stand it when things aren't black and white" and then you look at how the empire are portrayed in stormblood and shadowbringers and its like hm. that seems like a pretty intense and accurate display of violent imperialism to me! Wow I wonder why people in this day and age may find it hard to feel sympathy for them or even hate them on principal. god its such a mystery.

the games like 50/50 to me on how it tackles these themes because I actually like the garlemald arc in EW, I think it has a lot of horrific and powerful scenes depicting how self destructive fascist propaganda and beliefs are, but I also think it doesn't go far enough on some fronts. the garleans' xenophobia is most notably and obstacle to getting them to accept the contingent's help, which is what they're there to do,

but there's never an admission of harm from any garleans on the uuuuuuuuh massive amount of war crimes the nations around them are still suffering from they're just kind of like "we misjudged you...but you actually wanted to help us all along" like yeah thats great now can we get you all some deprogramming because you keep talking about returning to your prime and glory days and I think we need to unpack some stuff you really SHOULDNT return to. im not even really talking about EW proper but the patches where things are a bit more chilled out and people are recovering.

It feels like they wanted to have their critique of imperialism and also have things end with the beauty of human connection and reaching out and these things just don't mesh well because hey a lot of your modern day audience is not gonna like having to treat people yelling xenophobic things at the cast and your character with kid gloves after you showed them hours and hours of the awful things these people's beliefs have done. especially in the present day hoo boy.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

tired of being a broken freak

someone come kiss me so i can see if i like it when the person's not being a creep

[jenny-dreadful]

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[orcelito]

Sometimes I get the urge to be like "Well, they can't live forever" when it comes to shitty situations with shitty people. But then I remember that A: shitty person dying might not be the result that someone wants, and B: it actually can take quite a while for people to die, in many cases

Idk I'm just so used to death being right around the corner that I'm like "Well maybe he'll die soon and that'll fix it" but he probably won't die that soon and it also might not fix it. Or be wanted.

Idk it's such a specific mentality that I have now. People can die with such short notice that you Never Know! The solution to all your problems may be short at hand. You never know.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[residentevilgirlie]

people who are extremely emotionally repressed and incapable of expressing their feelings are most of the time only capable of feeling and expressing anger, irritation and bitterness. and they HATE seeing people who openly express all of their feelings and emotions, and are emotionally intelligent enough to understand the complexity of emotions. they absolutely hate them and it evokes such irritation and anger within them, because even if they dont understand it themselves, they are envious of ppl who dont take emotions so seriously or see it is being weak.